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If, as they say, one can never go home, why do I always have to? It's not that I don't love my family and enjoy spending time with them but I always feel like I am missing being where I should be. It's just a bit frustrating overall, mainly because going home involves 11 hours of driving. At least I have audio books. I now need to go pay my respects to my late best friend/dog Robert. I miss his presence a lot.